Comfort and LaZboy are synonymous. LaZboy and pictures of my dad go hand in hand and thoughts of my dad bring comfort.
Over 60 years ago, Mom bought Dad the ultimate in luxury and comfort for Christmas, his chair, his recliner. Dad slept ther a lot but he also held my younger sister and me on his knee. We would snuggle, and sometimes fall asleep ourselves and feel very secure. It was a treat to be allowed to sit in Dad's chair.
I was a night owl and did my studying and homework after everyone else went to bed. Where did I do it? In that red chair. Where else?
As the years passed and my dad was very ill, he sought refuge in his chair. After his death, the chair remained at home until Mom's passing.
THE CHAIR, almost revered by all, spent a short time with my cousin and finally made a home with my son. He felt very honoured to have Grandpa's Chair, the Grandpa he had never met. He used it frequently, often with his 2 girls on his lap. Again, the chair had found its calling. Providing comfort and security to another generation.
The chair now languishes in the garage trying to recover from a perfume bath visited upon it by my grandaughters. This too, will pass, and life for this old chair will continue.
My grandaughter has her eye on any "old" pieces of furniture that I may have. She is interested in their stories.
Some items were my grandmother's 4 generations removed, some 3 generatins but the legacy continues.
This chair will go on providing a safe haven for more children.
Using discretion, I did not mention that this old chair, now nearing 65, has had a face lift or two. Tweaking springs here and dermabrasion there, to replace and renew, sagging, old looking skin. Lookin" good!